Counting Crows

I was wasted in the afternoon
Waiting on a train
I woke up in pieces and elisabeth had disappeared again
I wish you were inside of me
I hope that youre ok
I hope youre resting quietly
I just wanted to say
Goodnight elisabeth
Goodnight elisabeth
We couldnt all be cowboys
So some of us are clowns
Some of us are dancers on the midway
We roam from town to town
I hope that everybody can find a little flame
Me, I say my prayers, then I just light myself on fire